"Tranquility"

I am screaming in my head so loud,
can no one hear me?
Discern the anguish trapped in this soulful keening?
Illuminate these dark hollow windows?
Can no one peer beyond the veil...
of this false tranquillity?

I used to write, a lot. Both poems and stories, I even drew pictures to go along with some of those stories. I don't know exactly when I stopped writing, but I did. I eventually chose to read what others wrote and made excuses for why this was good enough. These days though, I've been thinking about writing again. A literary friend sent me a poem a few days ago and asked me to reply in a few lines, it took a few hours for me to get the courage to think of something. It turns out, I'm not so bad for someone who hasn't written in years as I sent him back three pretty good lines in a minute.
This got me thinking, why can't I combine my art with my writing. I want to let my feelings reflect my writing which in turn reflects my art.

Quick Tip: Finger Oil doesn't go well with Strathmore paper. Mixed with graphite or charcoal, the prints become obvious.